Not your Hiro

Despite the mess and the image that haunted him for months after, Hiro was right and it all served a greater purpose. They sort of restored the peace between the clans. “I thought this would be an interesting opportunity. I signed up and I’m also supposed to get manage and organize the events and big things happening at the Haus. I just haven’t had the time to sit down with Mr. Blackwell and talk about my actual responsabilities here.” Redmond explained. “Aside from that, the other side of my work is pretty clear. Listen, obey and perform. I’ve had no problems with that.” 

Redmond sighed and shook his head. “Of course they didn’t do that! They hate me.” He had never done anything to his half brothers, but they just did not like him because he was the bastard and always got pushed aside. “Yeah, they protected me and everyone from the asshole, but they did it in my club and I they made the biggest mess I’ve ever scene. It was a true horror scene.” He sighed, just remembering all the work it took to get the place back to normal. “No, actually. I guess the message was loud and clear. No more trouble from them.” 

Redmond immediately shook his head, and held up his hands. “No! I did not kill him, but I gotta admit that in my mind I smashed his skull in several times.” He squared his jaw and clenched his fist, just remembering the terrible experienced he had with the man. “Okay, so… my father’s family is this old money, long tradition sort of mafia of men you should not cross. This other guy was obviously an enemy and they had some agreement to keep peace between the families, but the man was being a smartass and breaking some of the rules. Plush he had a weird obsession with me so I had to lure him into my club and then my brothers- half brothers whacked him right there in front of me.” He explained. “It got too gory from there. They had to chop him to pieces and then deliver them to some members of the other gang to send a message.” He shivered. “And all of this happened on my club’s floor so guess who had to clean all of the mess? This guy.” He pointed at himself. 

Redmond sort of grew up listening to the stories about his father’s family and how they were ruthless and respected by the members of the community where they lived in. Aside from the fact that he was never accepted nor embraced by his half brothers because he was the bastard, Red never showed any interest or skills to take on the family job. Instead, he took care of the flashy businesses while the rest of the Santoros took care of the underground deals. “My best story? Uh… one time I helped cover up a murder but it was not as badass as it probably was for you. It was the first time I saw a dead person and… it was a real shocker.”

Red had no expectations whatsoever when he asked Hiro to tell him a crazy story. He had no background nor previous reference from the client, so the redhead knew he could expect anything. Of course, when the confession involved cutting someone’s throat and being a damn hero just at 16 years old, Red’s jaw dropped to the ground and shook his head. “What? Seriously?” He chuckled and felt incredibly intimidated and quite… insignificant compared to what Hiro claimed he’d done. “That’s badass. Like, it sounds something a spy would do and only at 16! Did your experiences only got crazier or did they tone down eventually?” 

“Red. I like Red the most.” The tall man answered truthfully, being so much more used to being called Red than his whole name. Plus as cliche and obvious as it was because of his hair color, he had learned to love and cherish that name. It was unique. He had to come up with a quick question to ask Hiro and it sucked because he panicked and could not think of anything. It was like those very important moments where you needed your brain the most and it just stopped working, it was all blank. “Tell me the craziest thing about you. Something that I won’t even believe and that will sound like a complete and utter lie, but is actually true.” Red seriously had no idea what to expect out of the client but this could give him a bit of sense about the man. 

Redmond let out a soft chuckle, knowing exactly what Hiro was talking about when it all made sense in his head why he was called Red. “I mean, my name is not just Red. The full thing is Redmond, but despite what my mother says… I believe it has everything to do with the hair on top of my head.” The staff member explained with a soft chuckle and then linked arms with the client he’d picked for the night. “I actually didn’t plan anything? Was I supposed to?” He panicked for a moment. “I also hope this wasn’t totally random. I just wanted to be paired up with someone I didn’t know so I checked the list of clients and figured it would be interesting to get to know you! I hope that’s okay… but then again you can’t also complain and are stuck with me.” Red turned to Hiro and bit down his bottom lip. “Anyway, I promise I will try to make it fun… or enjoyable at least so you don’t end up feeling like you want to run away from me after 15 minutes.”